#seriously though he fell off the fucking stage
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So out come The Replacements, looking like they're all wearing some combination of clothes from a specialty shop for tall toddlers and hand-me-downs from The Clash. Fucked-up hair, spray-painted guitars, effortlessly cool in a way I'd never seen before. Fashion without even a hint of trying...
"I NEED A GODDAMN JOB, I NEED A GODDAMN JOB, I REALLY NEED A GODDAMN JOB!"
And then the chorus... "GODDAMNIT, GODDAMNIT, I NEED A GODDAMN JOB!"
By now, Paul Westerberg had already leaned so far into his microphone that he'd fallen face first off the front of the stage onto the empty dance floor. Where he remained for the rest of the song, singing and playing guitar uninterrupted in various positions: prone, balancing on his forehead with his mouth pressed against the mic, on his back, craning his neck sideways, 100 percent commitment to the bit.
Jeff Tweedy on seeing The Replacments for the first time, from his book World Within a Song
#jeff tweedy#the replacements#paul westerberg#punk rock!!!#seriously though he fell off the fucking stage#and no one helped this man?
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[svt as fuckboi archetypes]
disclaimer: don’t take it seriously. i was having a convo. with my sister about my truly tragic dating history, and now we’re all going to hold hands n process it together.
seungcheol: big “air mattress on the floor” energy. his gaming set-up is expensive and immaculate, but he’ll be goddamned if he spends a dime on — idk — a bed frame, for example. don’t sit on his chair, though, because it’s specifically angled for his lumbar-support needs.
jeonghan: the “i quit” dude at the show who still consistently asks to bum both a cigarette and a light. you’re not getting that lighter back, and he will not, in fact, “get you back” for the uber back to yours or the take-out he weasels out of you on the way. he’ll charm you out of caring about it, too :’(
joshua: it’s giving “anyway, here’s wonderwall”. why did he even bring his guitar to this party? you don’t know, and you’re not gonna ask because the answer will make you want to fuck him less, and you really, really want to fuck him.
junhui: the one that passes out immediately after sex, leaving you trapped in that “….should i…. leave? is staying…. fine?” liminal space. he wakes up in the middle of the night, wakes you up, and informs you that you chose wrong and “should probably head out” because he has to work in the morning.
wonwoo: the one that turns every conversation into a debate. you may have a literal degree in xyz, but he is serving fresh takes™️, so listen up, diva! the dick game is god-tier, though, so you’re just going to mentally replace the sound of his voice with a different muppet’s in every conversation and wait for him to shut up <3
soonyoung: the house guest!!! he’s going to miss every single hint you drop about wanting to sleep alone. he’s going to leave a sweatshirt in your drawer so he can be comfortable next time. he doesn’t do “one-night-stands”; he does residencies. hope you didn’t have other plans this weekend :/
woozi: he asks if he can say “i love you” during sex because it gets him hot, and then he later informs you that you can no longer hook up because things are “moving too fast”.
dokyeom: you’ve been hooking up for a few weeks, and now he’s babbling about wanting to go to xyz place with you at some point in the distant future. he says it like he’s deadass about it, then looks at you funny if you ask him to get drinks tomorrow night. good luck, charlie!
mingyu: the stage-five clinger. he’s never had a fuck buddy before, and it shows. he has no idea what this dynamic is supposed to be despite a) suggesting it in the first place, b) numerous conversations about it, and c) repeated affirmations that he isn’t looking for a relationship. but he’s PRETTY, okay??
minghao: halley’s comet has nothing on this mf. he dm’s you once a year, you have the best night of your life, then he is gone girl for the next 364. you and your friends have a bet going in the group chat to see how many consecutive months he’ll leave you on read.
seungkwan: the one that has never — not even once — asked you a personal question. that’s not to say he doesn’t talk; he never stops. you’ve learned everything about him (his home phone number from childhood, the names of all his coworkers + his thoughts about them), against your will. frankly, you’re not sure if he even remembers your name atp because he relies exclusively on a generic pet name.
vernon: he talks a big game about meeting up, missing you, etc., but when the plans are laid, he “fell asleep, i’m so sorry, i’m just now seeing this!! :(” you washed your hair for this? rip.
dino: the foster puppy!!! he’s an emotionally unavailable, certifiable mess when you get him. you clean him up, train him, and the second he gets his shit together, he’s off. he’s found his forever home, and he’s coincidentally getting married on your birthday. sorry, bestie!!
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Me and Mr. Jones
Featuring actor, Eddie Jones
Back in 2003, I was working as a grip on a low budget film called Fighting Tommy Riley. It was 5 day shoot, but I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite character actors, Eddie Jones. Best known to audiences as Superman’s adoptive father Pa Kent on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, when Eddie was on set, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. When he was off-stage, his broad, bright smile would light up the room. He was a sexy man for his age of 69 with his broad face, imposing presence and solid build. When he was off-set, his broad, bright smile would light up the room.
Everyone who knew Eddie as a friend, or had the good fortune to share the stage with him, was touched by his gentle and generous nature. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him. Actually talked to me. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy on set turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work, fantasizing about him being naked.
How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being big of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. He's married, but we all know that does not mean a thing.
That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my trailer. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries.
"Hey Eddie." I said as we came up to each other.
"Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. It was great."
"Good."
It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I'd never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don't think I'd ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn't even know a guy could.
After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him.
"I'll be checking on you around 8:30." Eddie said without looking back.
"Fine." I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.
At 8:30 sharp, I lightly tap on his trailer door. The door opened to those sexy blue eyes looking at me as he flashed that warm smile again. Eddie made a quick check to see if there was anyone to see me enter before letting me in. While stepping in he closed, locked the door in a single motion and we fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if he was eager or just didn't have much time to "fuck around" before going home to the wife, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. And I certainly didn't mind.
As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the "chubs" I liked to see, but there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were thick leading to those masculine hands I'd admired earlier. I continued down his stomach until it ended in a mostly black bush above his rising cock. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands.
His cut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell old fashioned cologne along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob before licking around the tip.
I pushed Eddie toward a nearby couch and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I worked my tongue around his dickhead as my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"
I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn't have ideas of my own.
Earlier in the day I'd fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized as Eddie turned around knelt on the couch with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. I covered his hole with my tongue and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the back of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone. I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.
I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further. Eddie continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more as he leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.
Eddie was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy blue-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.
As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight and I didn't want to hurt him. So I kept the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back into me. Putting his hands against the back of the couch, Eddie rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way.
"Yes…" Eddie moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.
It looked so hot to see my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.
I was about to pop as Eddie pushed back hard into me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.
"Yes! Yessss…" Eddie said, ending in a whisper.
As my cock's throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reached around and under to jack him off, but to my surprise, he had already cum. So I slowly pulled out and stepped back. Eddie stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole, now visibly open wider than when I'd first gone down on it. I could see traces of my cum as I watched the hole pulsing along with his breathing.
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Stage Lights
Ghost (band) Ficlet
Part 2
Swiss x Reader
Warnings: swearing, reader is pissed, ✨sexual tension✨
Words: 885
So this was meant to be a oneshot but I have been bullied into writing another part -_-
Jk, I love you all <3!! I hope you enjoy this next part!! :))
And surprise!! Two parts wasn’t enough, so there are more on the way!!! I’m gonna drag this out mwahaha >:)
The ritual could not have been over quick enough. The final bows seemed to drag on forever, and even though you always loved handing out picks, this time you couldn’t wait to be offstage. It didn’t help that Swiss made sure to brush past you as much as possible, his knowing grin taunting you each time.
You wanted to punch something.
The rest of the concert had been frustrating. You had continued to mess up through the last few songs. You’d slipped up during your duo with Dewdrop, then again later in the main chorus of Dance Macabre. To top that you’d bumped into Phantom, almost knocking over the quintessence ghoul. And. Swiss. Was. Still. Smiling.
Copia had been giving you multiple glances, alongside the rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes. You knew they were going to be bringing this up later, and you hated the thought.
At last, the ritual officially ended and you raced off stage as soon as you could, purposely avoiding Swiss. You managed to make it into the corridor before he caught up to you.
A hand grabbed your elbow and he pulled you back as you twisted to face him. You hissed, flashing your teeth at the cocky grin that greeted you.
“Someone’s pissed.” You were going to punch him. You were so going to punch him.
“What the fuck do you want Swiss?”
He cocked his head at the venom in your voice, his grin growing more smug. How much trouble would you be in with papa if you punched his face? It’s not like the audience could see it anyway.
“Aww, looks like someone can’t handle it when they lose.”
“I didn’t lose.” You did. You knew that, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Swiss tilted his head, hand squeezing your elbow as he considered you, that stupid smirk still lingering.
“I seem to remember you losing that chord. And then the one after. And the one after.” His voice grew teasing. “It was like you couldn’t focus anymore, was that because of me?”
His other hand trailed down your arm, reminding you of how he had done the same thing on stage. It sent butterflies through your stomach and you wanted to rip their wings off. Why did you feel this fucking way? For Swiss, of all ghouls?
He leaned in, his body pressing against yours, hands slipping to your hips. His breath was warm on your neck, seeping through the cloth covering. Your own hands braced on his arms, nails digging into the fabric of his rolled sleeves—to push him away or pull him closer, you weren’t sure. You felt the wall press up against your back as he hovered over your neck. Was he seriously going to fucking bite you again?
“If I’d known you liked being bitten so much I would have done it sooner, love.” He purred into your ear.
Your heart skipped a beat and his grin grew wider. Snapping yourself out of it you pushed him back, glamour slipping momentarily as you bared your fangs.
“You fucking asshole.”
Swiss merely laughed, giving you a small taunting wave as he turned down the corridor, heading to his room.
You stood there a moment, still reeling from his comments and teasing. You hadn’t expected him to walk away like that—usually Swiss would continue to taunt his victory. Unless he was planning something else—you were so screwed.
Dew rounded the corner with Rain, and you turned away as soon as their gaze fell on you, stalking down to your room.
You closed the door to your small change room, throwing the helmet onto the carpeted floor. Striding to the mirror, you pulled off the cloth mask, tilting your head to get a look at the side of your neck.
Fucking ghoul bastard.
His teeth were clearly imprinted in the side of your neck, the skin around it pink that was slowly turning into a bruised colour. It would be there for days. Fuck.
You scowled into the mirror, thinking about the bus trip to the hotel. Maybe you could just leave the mask on so the others didn’t see—but they were going to tease you anyway. Grabbing your horns, you tried to push the memories from your mind. You had to act normal, as if he hadn’t awoken some fucking feelings that you had never even realised were there.
You huffed, running your fingertips over the mark. You did not like him. You didn’t. He was an annoying piece of shit who had thrown you off your game and caught you by surprise. You were completely composed, and you were going to keep it together and laugh off any comments about it. He was not going to get the satisfaction of seeing the effect of that moment on stage. Nope.
Oh, and you were going to get him back for it. Just as soon as you came up with an idea for how.
With one last look at the mark on your neck, you fixed your mask back on, packing away any of the items you still had scattered around the small room that you’d needed before the show started. Hefting the bag onto your shoulder, you took a breath before pushing open the door.
As always, requests are open :)
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Eloped in Space Part 6
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The days after Danny had moved into the manor had been strange to say the least. Dick couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the man who had become like a father to him had turned into some love drunk dork.
They were still slightly in their puppy love stage but Danny had managed to keep Bruce’s hands off of him long enough for Danny to decide that he was going to bond with each one of Bruce’s kids. He had apparently decided that the first one to do this was with Dick. Danny and Bruce had been back on Earth for about a month now as Danny settled into living in the manor and getting used to how everything ran. According to Damian, Duke, and Tim it was an interesting adjustment but they all seemed to enjoy having the man there.
“So,” Danny said, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. They were currently at some random diner in Bludhaven, Danny insisting that he could come to Dick to see him. Something about making a point to make an effort in this familial relationship. He rested his elbows on the table and stared at Dick with those blue eyes that looked as though they had seen their fair share of trauma in the world and refused to let it get him down. “Tell me about your relationship with Bruce. Is he good to you? He’s not shitty or anything? You get plenty of love and affection from him?”
“Uh…no?” Dick said slowly, furrowing his brows. “Bruce is the most emotionally constipated person I know. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever seen him act like that with anyone before.”
Danny made a face and nodded. “I see. Well, just so you know, Bruce will be starting therapy next week. He will be going three times a week until his therapist decides he can go less. He’s also going to be starting some medicine to help with his depression,” Danny said with a small smile, tiredness shone in his eyes.
“H-how did you get him to agree to that?” Dick asked, eyes wide in shock. Bruce? In therapy? What the actual fuck? What had Danny done to the man?
The Ghost King simply shrugged his shoulders. “My sister was a psychiatrist and took mental health very seriously. I myself see a therapist twice a month. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about all of the craziness that can happen in the world and in our existences. I told Bruce that if he wanted this relationship between the two of us to work he would need to be in some form of therapy. Then last week he met my sister and Jazz basically made him agree to meeting with her three times a week.”
“Wait, your sister? I thought you were like some immortal being, I didn’t realize you had a living family?” Dick asked, looking at the man who had declared himself his stepfather in confusion.
Danny grinned. “Yeah, Jazz died like two hundred years ago or something like that. She’s a ghost in my realm. Our parents both moved on, as did my friends that I grew up with. But Jazz decided that she had to be a pain in my life for eternity. Like I said, when she was alive she was a psychiatrist. And she’s insisting that she works with Bruce to make sure she’s okay.”
“Isn’t it like a breach of trust or something since she’s your sister?” Dick questioned, taking a sip of his soda.
At this his stepfather’s face fell in annoyance. “Trust me, Jazz is a pain in the ass. She would never break Bruce’s trust and if anything she’ll just tell him anything he wants to know about my childhood or something. But, he’s going to be getting therapy and Jazz is going to start working on that emotional constipation ASAP.”
Dick smiled at the man. “Danny, you’re an amazing step dad. I can’t believe you got Bruce into therapy. Alfred has been trying to convince him since the guy was eight and nothing worked.”
Danny gave him a rueful smile and took a bite of his burger. “I love Bruce a lot, Dick. I’m going to make sure he’s taken care of, whether he likes it or not. I have been around for a very long time, Bruce is the first person I’ve ever loved like this. And because of that, I’m going to make sure he’s okay and isn’t hurting. Under that emotional constipation is a man who loves his family more than anything in this world. The entire time we were on that mission together, all he could talk about was how proud of you guys he was and how much he loved you all. It was very sweet.”
“How’d you do it? How’d you get past it?” Dick asked, looking at the man like he was his own personal hero. At this point he pretty much was.
Danny just gave him a secretive smile, eyes shining. “I have my ways to get under people’s skin. I can also read people pretty well and knew just which buttons to push. It also didn’t help that from the moment I met Bruce he just looked at me like he either wanted to fuck me or whisk me away to protect me forever. He also had this look like he wanted to learn all of my secrets which was pretty fun. But we just got to know each other on that mission and the more I opened up about my life and after life the more he was willing to do the same.”
Dick took a bite of his own burger and smiled as he mulled over it. If Danny was able to successfully get Bruce in therapy to work on his problems and get the man to open up more, Dick would probably lose his ever loving mind. He couldn’t believe the changes he was seeing in Bruce but he was excited to see how it would go.
“I think you’re going to be really good for him, Danny,” Dick said with a small smile.
Danny beamed at him. “I think he’s going to be really good for me too,” he said quietly.
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Pairing : Idol!Wen Junhui x Idol!F!Reader
TW : dating scandals ; cheating ; arguing ; breakup ;
Word Count : 2.1k
“Another one…” Jun sighed as he dropped the stack of screenshot pictures onto the table in front of you. It’s not like you didn’t already know what it was, but curiosity had you opening the little manila folder to look through the images. “This is why I say we can’t go out. It’s like they’re looking for us now.” He dropped down onto the couch along the wall as you continued to look through the pictures, your head shaking.
“It’s not like it’s a scandal though, we’re actually together. You’re the one that won’t come out about it… I’ve been waiting to tell my fans.” You mumbled, turning your body completely in the chair until you were facing him. “I don’t know why you’re so hell bent on hiding it.”
His eyes rolled as his head fell back against the wall behind him, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because your group is nothing in comparison to mine, do you know how much backlash we’d get? It would be the equivalent to me dating a complete nobody. I can’t just do that.” You bit the inside of your cheeks to hold back the words that you wanted so badly to throw in his direction, the only reason why you weren’t tearing up right now is because the makeup artist that had busted her ass to get you ready wouldn’t be happy if you smudged all the work she had done. “Don’t tell me you’re upset about that. You know it’s true. People will say that the only reason we’re dating is because your group needs more publicity.”
You nodded your head slowly, biting your tongue as you pushed yourself up from your chair. “God forbid our relationship ruin your image.” You muttered before taking a final sip of your drink. “Don’t wait up for me after the show, I’ll go back to the dorms with the girls.” You added as you walked past him, slamming your dressing room door behind you on the way out.
“Now you’re being ridiculous.” He called out after you, running behind you to catch up until he was walking beside you in the hall. “All I was saying is that we can’t be seen out in public together and you’re making it into this big thing that it doesn’t have to be. You’d understand if your group was as famous as mine is.”
“See! You just completely undermine everything that me and the girls have worked so hard to do. Just because we’re not at the big award shows or being nominated on MTV for best music video of the year… It doesn’t mean that we’re shit. We just haven’t made it yet. And if you were so worried about being with someone from a nothing group like mine, then why the fuck did you get with me to begin with?” You whipped your head in his direction, glaring down at him, letting your anger take hold of you because if you felt anything else you’d surely start crying.
“You blow everything out of proportion… I never said any of that. You’re reading into everything and putting words into my mouth.” He scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Do you ever think that maybe I’m doing it to protect you too, so that reports don’t come out saying that the only reason we’re together is because your group isn’t good enough to get views without the scandals.”
Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh, although there was nothing funny and you weren’t feeling very lighthearted at the moment. “No. I didn’t think that, because I know that’s not the reason you’re doing it. You’re too selfish to give a shit about all of that. You only care about yourself and your group and your fame and what people might say about you. Don’t even try to tell me that it’s about anything but that because I know it’s bullshit.” You took a deep breath, doing your best to compose yourself as your group's name was called to come get ready to go on stage. “Seriously, just don’t be here when I get off stage.”
And he wasn’t. He wasn’t there at all waiting behind the scenes like he usually would be with a little towel and a bottle of water for you. You weren’t met with compliments of how good you and your group had done, you weren’t met with anything but emptiness. Of course, you had been the one to tell him not to be there, but he usually never listened. He loved watching you perform, he always told you how proud he was of you when you’d run off stage, and part of you was hoping to hear that. Maybe if you had, all of your anger would have washed away because at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend and maybe what he had said was true and you were just going overboard.
“Jun isn’t here?” The maknae of your group questioned as she came up behind you and you merely shrugged your shoulders, giving her a purse lipped smile. “Maybe we were just too good, he couldn’t handle it. Or he had to go to the bathroom. He might be in your dressing room waiting for you too though…”
Maybe she was right, maybe he was waiting for you in your dressing room. Maybe he was tired from putting on his own show earlier that day and he needed to sit down, get some rest. You knew that he and the guys always worked hard to give the best shows to carats, no matter how physically strenuous or exhausting it was. His career was important to him, his group was important to him, and while you had read his words as rude and inconsiderate earlier, you started to feel guilty for the way you acted. The guys came first, they were there before you, and while he cared about you deeply, he didn’t want to ruin what he and the guys had worked so hard for and you understood that.
The heels that you had been put in for the show had long since been taken off, replaced with a comfortable pair of slippers for your walk down the long hall towards your dressing room. Your heart was pounding, and while you didn’t really have a reason to be nervous around him, it didn’t change the fact that you were. You didn’t know how to really start an apology because while you felt slightly bad for losing your temper a little, you also had your own group to defend. The two of you really needed to talk about things, sort out the scandals and figure out what you were both going to do moving forward.
Pausing outside the white door that had your name on it, you took a deep breath before grabbing the handle and pushing it open only to be caught off guard, quickly slamming the door shut as apologies rushed out of your mouth. You had to have gotten the wrong room, but another glance at the name on the door had you throwing it open once more and reluctantly looking at the two people that were fumbling to pick their clothes up off the floor.
“Oh… My god…” Your mouth felt dry, your tongue and your throat, it was causing you to gag as you looked at who you thought to be the love of your life pulling on his pants, his motions frenzied and sporadic. “What in the actual fuck, Jun!?” You shouted, your breaths rapid as you looked between the makeup artist that had just finished getting you ready not even a full hour ago.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/N…” She murmured, her head ducked down as she nervously moved past you. You didn’t have anything to say to her though, all of your attention, all of your anger was focused solely on Jun who was standing awkwardly in the center of the room, his shirt unkempt and wrinkled, barely even hugging his frame as it once had from clearly being tugged on a little too much.
“You know what… I don’t want your explanation… I just want you to leave.” You muttered, slumping against the doorframe, giving him enough room to move past you, but he didn’t move at all, instead keeping his feet firmly planted as he continued to stare at you. “Can you please just go… I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want you around me! Just leave!”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea… I love you, Y/N… I was just a little irritated and I needed to let out some of my irritation and…” He quickly shut up when your eyes turned to daggers, glaring at him from across the room. “I didn’t plan on doing that! It was like a… a spur of the moment type thing and… I can see why you might be upset about it… But it really was nothing…”
It took everything in you to not lash out right now, to not scream at him with every last breath in your lungs, and the only reason you held back was because you didn’t want people to come running, you didn’t want anyone to see what was going on or hear what had happened. It was humiliating to be cheated on, but it was far worse if everyone else knew about it too, especially before you even had the chance to fully come to terms with it.
“So I can go fuck Soonyoung because I’m really irritated right now and it’ll be a spur of the moment thing, but it’s also nothing? Is that what you’re telling me?” You proposed, and his eyes widened as his jaw set, anger flashing across his face. “Oh, that only works when you do it, right?”
“That’s different and you know it… He’s like my brother, you can’t do that.” He retorted, his nostrils flaring from the anger that he wasn’t even trying to hold back. “You can’t… You can’t cheat on me with one of the other guys.”
You snorted softly, shaking your head as you slowly started walking towards him, an impish smile on your face as you stood in front of him. “It’s not cheating if we break up, and just in case it didn’t cross your mind during your little defense moment… We broke up. I can put up with your insults and your obviously bullshit lies as to why you didn’t want to be seen with me… But I don’t take kindly to cheating, and I’m surely not desperate enough to stay with one.” You folded your hands in front of you, feeling all the more powerful right now as you watched his expressions morph in quick succession, an overwhelming range of feelings perfectly displayed on his features. “I just think it would be best if we hadn’t met, you know?”
“But we have met, you’re my girlfriend… I’m… I’m in love with you. I messed up. What happened to strikes? I messed up once… I swear I’ll never do it again, I’ll go public with our relationship… I’ll do anything… Just, one more chance… Please?” God, you loved hearing him grovel, but it was all pointless.
“I was your girlfriend… But now I’m not, and I’d much rather pretend we never met at all. I don’t know you, and that’s the truth, because the person standing in front of me right now is not the person that I loved before. Cheaters don’t deserve chances…” You finished, much stronger than you had been feeling when you first walked into the room. “Now, I’d like to have my room back so that I can change into something more comfortable. You can leave now.” You motioned your hand toward the door and watched as he walked out, his shoulders slumped yet visibly shaking from the silent sobs he was holding in.
You might not be as big as he is, not fame wise at least… But you were a bigger person, and while he was so scared of risking his fame by saying he was with you, he had potentially created a bigger risk by doing what he had done. Not that you’d say anything, you respected the other guys too much, and they probably didn’t even know the man that stood beside them. He might not be able to hide his true personality well, but with the secret that you planned to keep came power, and you loved the feeling of it.
#seventeen#svtn#svtn x reader#svtn x you#svtn imagines#svtn headcanons#svtn scenarios#svtn drabbles#svtn fic#svtn sad hours#Wen Junhui#Jun#junhui#junhui x you#junhui x reader#junhui imagines#junhui headcanons#junhui scenarios#junhui drabbles#junhui fic#junhui sad hours#seventeen angst#svtn angst#junhui angst#txstrayventeezpen
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Letters and Poems in the Drawer
Ch.9 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]
Ok, so most of these are super cute and sweet. Some can be interpreted as a bit… lewd in a way. And I guess they kind of are? So I guess;
Warnings: some mildly risqué poems. And Treech being a simp-
The boy I shouldn't miss
Because he was never mine. But I can't stop myself from imagining myself in his strong arms. Wearing the stupid hat he wears everyday cause I stole it. Can't stop my stupid lovesick thoughts of kissing him soon as he steps off that damn train. He's the boy I shouldn't miss, but I do. He's the boy I shouldn't be writing poetry about, but I do. He's the boy I shouldn't love, but I do.
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I love like a dog. Not the cute puppy way, with eyes that plead for you to love me... but in the mutt way. Begging for even a scrap. Loyal to the bitter end. I love like a dog. Staying even when I know there's nothing but hurt ahead, I'll lay in my bed without so much as a whimper, hopin' you'll look at me with the scrap of love I beg for. I love like a dog.
Treech softly played with the corner of the paper and considered burning the piece, something about how vulnerable the piece was. He glared at the paper, as if it was the paper’s fault he wrote all that. He put his head in his hands, and remembered how much you loved reading poetry. Especially the poetry that gave off so many feelings. He softly put it into the drawer.
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Dear Treech,
You are not going to believe the audacity of this man. I mean, he's always been an asshole, but it pissed me off today. Festus Creed has been a pain in my ass since I moved here. He's always poked fun at me for being district, but I never paid him mind. Suddenly, I'm back in the class after summer break and he's flirting with me!!! Can you believe it, I mean seriously. Does he think I'm dumb? He plays with my hair in class and passes me notes I don't read. His hand writing and spelling are absolutely atrocious, so I wouldn't even be able to read it even if I wanted to. Anyway, I hope your day was great. Mine was. I got to punch Festus Creed in the face. It was during stage hitting practice, and I took the opportunity. I mean I started the waterworks and they all fell for it. Even Creed. I think Dean Highbottom knows... but he likes me, says I’m his favorite student, isn’t that silly? I mean with powers like these? Life is crazy.
Sincerely, your friend,
(N/N)
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There's a fine line between jealousy and obsession. I think I'm on the edge of it. I don't really know why. I mean I know you have friends. That doesn't bother me. It's... the way people look at you like they own you. Like you're already theirs. I might say that you're 'mine' but I know that you aren't something to own. I think... what upsets me the most is that you look like they've sucked any joy out of your life. You smile... but it's not real... I guess I'm just... I don't even know at this point.
Fuck
He scribbled on the page and groaned in frustration, upset that his words didn't string together the way they usually did. He crumpled it up and threw it in the small bin he had before sighing. He picked it out and smoothed the paper, folding it and placing it in the drawer.
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Dear sweet sunshine,
I've been holding the necklace a lot more recently. I have it hidden usually. Firstly so it doesn't get damaged, and secondly because I don't want anyone to try and take it.
I look at it and wonder if you look at yours. You know, that ring was my grandfather's. My grandma gave it to him as a proposal. Isn't that so cool of her? Said she wasn't going to wait forever for him to propose and did it herself. Well, grandpa gave it to me because dad didn't want to have the ring. He said I was to give it to my special someone when the time came. And even though it definitely won't fit you, I think it's cute. I mean, I'll give you your ring back and maybe it will count as that. We were much too young to be thinking of all that, I still think no one deserves it more than you. When you come back I'm making sure it's perfect and shined up.
Much love,
Treech /\
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Dearest Treech,
Yeah yeah it's the first time I actually use your name in one of these. Suck it up buttercup.
You won't believe what some kids tried to do today. I mean I know Capitol kids aren't the nicest, but this goes too far. With all the fine things they have, they tried to take my necklace! Some of them tried to stop the others. Like Pup Harrington. He ain't mean I guess... never says much but doesn't step in. Until today. Asked them why they wanted my necklace when they had nicer things. I mean I guess that was supposed to be insult? I don’t know. Hate Clemensia. She’s so mean. Said that it might be nicer, but mine was one of a kind. Coriolanus, his name is a mouth full, said she was acting no better than a district kid. Was it mean? Yeah. Insulting? Above else. But it made everyone stop. Sejanus scoffed a sarcastic sentence about us district kids acting better than the Capitol kids. I mean the teacher stood there! She didn’t do anything! I’m glad it’s my last year with her. Next year, we start the last four years of Academy.
Anyway, just needed to rant about them. Love you!
Sincerely,
(Y/N) ♡
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I think about you. All the time. I try not to, you distract me. I mean, your dad makes so many public appearances, it’s hard not to stare at you on the screen. You’re gorgeous. So fucking pretty. Sometimes you talk, and your voice is so sweet… And I have to stop myself from thinking to much about it. I work alone most days, so I try not to get distracted. At night, when I’m alone in my room I can finally let my mind run and wander across everything. I mean it’s stupid. I sit at my desk and try to write but end up fantasizing about you and I. What kind of life would we have? Together, I mean.
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There’s lots of things I’ve written I will avoid giving you. I don’t want you to know that I’ve been thinking about you in any way that might scare you off. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love poems are one thing, no matter how embarrassing it is a guy like me writes them. The rest are thoughts and things I kept for fear of anyone reading them. If you asked me, I bet all it would take is one look from your pretty begging eyes, and I’d give in. Staring at the ceiling is pointless so I close my eyes and imagine you’re here with me.
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Oh my darling, I will never find anyone as wonderful as you. The things I wrote poems about will come to fruition with you. You are now and have always been the subject of my poetry. You make me swoon, and my heart race. Your words are saccharine sweet when I hear them in my head. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and you made it easy to talk to you. I am completely comfortable around you I want to give you all of me all that I am…
You blushed writing the last lines, hiding your face in your hands. Was it even right thinking of him like this? Did he ever think of you like that? Were you both thinking of each other at the same time when your eyes flutter shut?
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I’d beg till my voice goes hoarse, if you told me to
I’d drop everything, if you told me to
I’d fall to my knees in second, if you told me to
I’d take anything. All the pain, all the pleasure whatever it might be, if you told me to
I’d listen to every command, every wish, every fantasy, and make it come true. If you told me to.
Because I want to be just yours. All that to say I want to be yours. Your darling, your sweetheart, your beau, whatever you want to call me.
Your boy, only yours
How could I ever want anyone else?
Hehehe imagine simping that hard couldn’t be me anywayyyyy-
#×reader#fluff#treech tbosas#treech x reader#coriolanus snow#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#jealous boyyyy#bro is kind of sort of-#ooh jealous jealous jealous boyyy
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Something anything for Taehoon Seong I have been meaning to ask but my mind is Blank all of a sudden (preferably not angst though)
It was normal to worry, was it not?
The final fight — the end of everything and the height of danger. With the boys making their entrances, the stage was set, the players were ready, and you —
“Get the fuck back in.”
“Ack!”
— were roughly pushed back in the van by the head. The culprit was none other than your scrupulous boyfriend. His shove would have landed you on your backside had it not for your timely hold on Gaeul for balance.
“What was that for?!” You snapped back at him, your glare furious because of his careless dismissal.
However, Taehoon didn't even bother to entertain your anger. “Don’t even think about getting out and giving me more to worry about.”
“I can fight! Your mom trained me!” You yelled back in defiance, unwilling to go down as easily as Gyeoul did.
Once again, your argument fell on deaf ears. Taehoon didn't even deign to look at you this time, focusing on the enemies ahead of him. “Worst case scenario, dumbass,” he clicked his tongue, “now stay there and don’t get out until I come back.”
"But what if they attacked the van?"
"None of them will get to you," he said with finality in his voice, leaving no room for argument, "now get back and sit tight, I'll be back soon."
And with that, he was gone. Yet, you couldn't help but feel that it wasn't the end of it.
Apparently, Taehoon lied.
Well, in his defence, he didn't have the entire image when he said those words you believed he only said to sound cool. But the van was attacked anyway. Even with the timely intervention from the old members of XJ Company, you had your own contributions to the fight. However, their appearance there made you uneasy.
Enough for you to split from the group in search of Taehoon.
You didn't expect them to be this large in number. The thought that Taehoon might be caught off-guard and got wounded somehow kept gnawing at the back of your mind. Yet, the plan sounded foolhardy once you got it into execution. The yard was impossibly big and the pouring rain of the night didn't help either.
For the split second when you thought you were lost among the containers, you came across a familiar face — Mangi. However, what captured both of your attention the immediate moment after was the scene that shocked both of you.
You'd not say your boyfriend was unbeatable. Kim Moonsung and Yoo Hobin had proved that. Both times, you witnessed the entire match where Taehoon went down and saw the subsequent changes they instilled in him.
However, seeing Taehoon losing the upper hand in an aerial battle, was something new for you. The other man's kick landed square in his face, rendering Taehoon bruised and bloody.
And from the look of it, the attack surprised him, too.
Mangi acted first, more scared than you've ever heard him. "Master Taehoon! I'll help you—!"
"Stay there!"
The order halted Mangi and puzzled you. Now was not the time for pride, but then again, this idiot boyfriend of yours was never smart about it.
"Don't get involved. Stay right there."
You sighed out loud. Should you get yourself known at this moment? He was facing an opponent dangerous enough to make him pause. Everything was too crucial to misstep, yet, from the depth of your clown's heart, you reckoned you should. "Taehoon! Did you just get kicked in the face?!"
The three men set their eyes on you, shocked by your intrusion. "What are you doing—"
Before Taehoon could complete his words, however, you were sure to snap him out of his shock. "That was so cringe! After that entire speech that you made too!"
"Shaddup!"
Well, that was one way you motivated him back into fighting. All you could do now was hoping that your little tidbit of encouragement worked for the best.
"Whew, for a moment there, I thought you were done for."
"Seriously, are you my girlfriend or my hater...?"
"Aw, don't be like that. How about I kiss your boo-boo better?"
"Shut."
"Actually... I take that back, you just got two entire boots to the face... ew..."
"I said, shut."
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Ch. 53: Stardew Valley's Highest Honor
WEDNESDAY - WINTER 3
He took a shower. Shaved his face. Managed to scrounge up an old tube of concealer to hide the circles underneath his eyes.
Achilles spent five minutes wrestling himself one-handed into a linen button down before clumsily tugging on a sweater vest and some slacks. He covered the scent of cigarette smoke with cologne and dragged himself to the kitchen to nibble on a stale scone.
For thirty minutes, he steeped his tea and steeped in dread before three missed calls and two angry voice mails from Lewis finally dragged him to Pelican Town.
******
“You’re late,” Lewis hissed, quickly shoving him into a small tent that had been erected behind a raised stage in the town square next to the saloon. “You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago!”
“There are 20 people here, Lewis, I don’t think they’ll particularly care if we happen to start a bit late…”
But it was like talking to a ghost—Lewis had already high tailed it back to the waiting crowd (it was actually 30 townsfolk, not 20, and a dozen or so tourists and small town reporters).
Abigail, who had been waiting patiently playing some game on her phone, gave him a hearty wave and rolled her wheelchair over to him. “Why the long face, my dude?” She slapped him on the lower back. “Come on, cheer up, Achilles! We’re heroes!”
“Right… any idea how long this is supposed to take?” Achilles glanced at his watch—or, fuck, Alex’s watch, he still hadn’t gotten around to giving it back…
“Sheesh! So impatient! Busy busy bee, huh.” Seeing that Achilles’ face remained stony, she punched his hip. “Come on, what’s the matter with ya? Whatever’s bothering you, forget about it, this is our time to shine! Look at us.” She jabbed the cast on his arm and motioned to her broken leg and ankle. “We deserve it! Bruh, honestly, we should get our own freakin’ deakin' holiday…”
“We” is a strong word…
*****
“My fellow citizens. We gather here today to honor two of our finest members of our community…”
Lewis voice, magnified by a slightly screechy microphone, came trailing through the open flaps of the tent. Abigail, all attempts at making conversation having been repeatedly rebuffed, had muttered “sourpuss” before returning to the tile-matching game on her phone and was now humming a jaunty tune.
Can’t be more than half an hour…
“…braving the mines, braving the spirits, all to save our humble town…”
Though who knows with this man, he’ll likely prattle on for years unchecked…
“… and now, let us give the warmest round of applause to Stardew Valley’s very own heroes: Abigail Maison and Achilles Robinson!”
“Seriously, Lewis, you couldn’t get a ramp for the stage?” Achilles snarled as he pushed Abigail’s wheelchair out from the tent and towards the platform. The criticism fell on deaf ears, however, though whether that was because Lewis chose to willfully ignore it or because of the crowd’s exuberant applause, Achilles would never know.
Abigail was unabashed, however. She took Lewis’ outstretch hand and (to Dr. Harvey’s dismay) hopped one-legged up the steps, leaving Achilles behind to carry the wheelchair up.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it, I can carry a fucking wheelchair, believe it or not…” he grumbled, shoving aside whoever it was who had stepped forward to assist. He hadn’t bothered to look, he didn’t care. The sooner this was over the better.
Marnie, dressed in her finest (and perhaps only) collared shirt, directed him to stand to Lewis’ right with Abigail, who was now seated once again.
Achilles surveyed the crowd of villagers and curious tourists and wondered if Lewis had threatened them all at gunpoint to attend—there was Sam, hooting alongside an actually beaming(!) Sebastian up in the front. Shane in the second to last row, clapping slowly and slightly off beat compared to the rest. Haley right below the stage, snapping photos, the flash near blinding. And Alex…
“Today, we humbly invite you…”
Oh lord, he’s still got more shit to say, huh…
“…I ask each and every one of you: where would we be now if it weren’t for these brave souls…”
Where would I be now if you just shut the fuck up… how much longer can you go on for, man, what is there more to say…
“…forever shall our town be in your debt. You two deserve our everlasting thanks and gratitude...”
The fuck did I do? It was Abigail, all Abigail…
“…we bequeath you Stardew Valley’s highest honor…”
Achilles stifled a snort.
Bequeath? Bequeath?? Stardew Valley’s highest honor my ass, you made that up last night, didn’t you…
“…presented to those who have made outstanding contributions to the Stardew Valley community…”
If you don’t shut up soon, I’m pushing you off the stage… that’ll be my real outstanding contribution to the community…
“…and outstanding service…”
I’ll kill myself right here, right now, I swear to Yoba, light myself on fire—
“…we are honored to have such upstanding, admirable, accomplished representatives of our community…”
This was too much.
All the decorum that had been drilled into him from a young age had been seeping out over the past five minutes, and he was nothing now but a hollow husk of a man with no filter and nothing more to lose. He laughed.
“Achilles?” Lewis paused from his speech. “Do you have something to say?”
But Achilles only continued to laugh—a high pitched (and highly unflattering) wheeze that sent him sinking to his knees and cackling until his eyes watered.
With an irate wave of his fingers, Lewis directed Marnie to present each of the two medals, but Achilles only continued to laugh maniacally as he bowed his head and presented his shaking shoulders for her.
He couldn’t stand being here a moment longer. He didn’t need interviews or his picture in the paper. Didn’t deserve them. This was all ridiculous—why was he here? what had he done? No outstanding contributions, far from accomplished…
When the townsfolk and tourists broke to crowd around the buffet table, he slipped quietly away and returned to his home.
*****
The laughs hadn’t yet bubbled their way out of his system. All the way back to his farmhouse, he found himself erupting into crazed bouts of giggles, until he was safe behind his front door and the snickering turned suddenly to a torrent of tears.
His knees had grown weak, but he managed to stagger blindly to the living room, collapsing into the sofa as Voltaire leapt in his lap.
You’re not a hero. You’re not anything. Not a writer, not a farmer, couldn’t even be a corporate drone for more than a handful of years. You are pathetic. You are nothing.
He wanted to call his mom.
The phone was in his hand, her number punched in, when he faltered, remembering a headline from his phone’s news app that morning.
It’s Monstera Fashion Week. Fuck. Of course it’s fashion week. Couldn’t even time your mental breakdown well, huh? Can you do anything right?
Not that she would care. She’d answer in a heartbeat, hell, she’d probably take the next plane out if he asked her to.
Lord, how did his parents end up with such a fucked up failure of a son.
This is a you problem. No use bringing other people into this.
Hey now—Eva wouldn’t be too happy with you for thinking that way…
Well Eva’s not here anymore, is she?
Maybe he ought to give her a call instead. See if she did virtual therapy sessions.
Nah. You have the tools—you figure this out yourself.
Well a refresher on said tools can’t hurt…
Yoba, why was it so hard? To even just think clearly, to organize his clashing thoughts.
He stood to grab his lighter from the coffee table but in his haste, tripped over one of Voltaire’s cat toys, and in a sudden, near comical series of errors, went crashing into the corner of the table, the collision shattering a small ceramic vase.
Muttering under his breath, he tried to dodge the pool of water seeping among the shards, but his socks were quickly sodden as they danced tip-toe among the wilted corpses of flowers he’d once treated himself to weekly, back before he’d gone down the mines. Before everything had gone downhill.
Lord, was that mold? He bent down to better examine the fuzzy cream clouds among the broken ceramic, but lost his balance and began to teeter straight into the table once again, right into the corner.
Yoba, I humbly ask for you to just cut me some slack just for the rest of today —
But it seemed like Yoba was sleeping in. The resulting fresh cut on his arm led him to retaliate with a painful kick to the table’s legs, which only served to send a shockwave up his shin and a pile of neatly stacked pages scattering haphazardly to the ground.
An anguished screech died in his mouth. Instead, he watched the pages flutter, half of them settling in the moldy vase water. He slowly bent to gather the semi-sodden pages. Couldn’t help but read over the damp words of his novel’s first draft, scrawled in his second favorite fountain pen, the ink already beginning to cloud and bloom.
What were you even thinking? Trying again. That door’s long closed, buddy.
He tossed the manuscript into the fireplace and set it aflame.
He didn’t want to move anymore. He didn’t care about progress, didn’t care about what was next. What was the point?
Achilles buried himself under his covers, and for the second time in a week, cried himself to sleep. He could stay here forever.
#llnks#stardew valley fanfic#my fic#sdv fanfic#sdv oc#sdv farmer#stardew valley oc#stardew valley farmer#farmer x alex
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Part 29- Beauty and the Freak
Graduation day- Part 2
Eddie
This had truly been a remarkable day. Finally walking across that stage and getting that diploma, I felt like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders. It was over. Would I miss it , absolutely not. Time to move on to bigger and better things. I was still unsure of what my future held in store for me, but one thing was certain, Veronica would be there.
I couldn't help but stare as I watched her walk back to where I was sitting, on a blanket in the grass in her back yard. Her hair pulled back into a thick ponytail swaying back and forth as she moved, smile on her face making her dimples prominent and the corners of her eyes crinkle. Her cheeks were sun kissed from being outside all day and that made the light freckles on her nose stand out a little darker against her fair skin. She hadn't been kidding when she had said that her breast looked spectacular in her sundress , her whole body was exquisite. Perfect hourglass figure accentuated by the material of the pale yellow dress. Small waist but nice full hips and the sweetest ass I had ever seen. I always thought of myself as a boob man, but goddamn, did I love grabbing that ass to pull her closer to me or holding onto her hips for dear life as she would grind down onto me.Jesus Christ, I needed to stop, I was surrounded by her grandparents for fuck sake.
" Earth to Eddie?" She stood in front of me , a smirk on her face." Day dreaming?"She sat down and snuggled up to me.
" More like admiring the view." I wrapped an arm around her." So, did I make a good impression?"
" Knocked it out of the park with the Grandparents babe. My Grammy, you had her as soon as you walked out that door. Nana and Pops, both thought you were sweet and charming. My Pops, he can be a tough nut to crack, wasn't sure about the hair and the tattoos but decided you were' a fine young man'. He's in there talking Wayne's ear off."
I chuckled." Wayne? Being social? Holy shit!"
She laughed." I know! You know what I really love?"
" What Princess?"
" How much my family loves you. It makes my heart feel full." She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked up at me with her sweet doe eyes.
I leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, then placed a light kiss on her lips." It makes my heart feel full too Sweetheart.It has just been Wayne and I for so long, I don't know what it is like to have family. It's overwhelming? I guess? But in the best way possible . I don't think I have ever gotten so many kisses and hugs in my life." Seriously though, but to be held in a loving manner by a Grandmother, there is something special about that. Grammy Millie, best hugger in the planet. I have only known her for a couple hours and I fucking LOVE her.
" Very touchy feely family. It's in my blood to want to touch you Munson."
" Oh trust me, it's in my blood to want to touch you too Princess." I scooped her up so that she was sitting sideways across my lap and was just getting ready to give her another kiss when I heard-.
" I remember when your Grandfather couldn't keep his hands off me either." Millie chuckled. " Look at you two love birds over here. What a handsome couple you are. You'd make adorable children."
Veronica laughed." Gram!"
" Well back in my day you two would be married by now. Not that I am rushing you along. I understand women wanting to establish careers now , before settling down, and I support that one hundred percent, but I'm just saying.."
" So your saying we are a good couple?" I asked her smiling.
" I may be an old lady but I'm a good judge in character and I know love when I see it. You two are in love. Your good kids." She pointed at us matter of factly. " I also know that that Jason kid is nothing but a little prick."
I just about fucking died. I started laughing so hard I fell back into the grass." I couldn't have said it better myself Millie!"
She chuckled." I call it like I see it."
" God Gram I missed you!"
Millie took a seat on the blanket next to us." Now why aren't you guys at some crazy party?"
" Because Gram, we wanted to visit with you."
" I'm just an old lady, you should be with your friends, causing a little trouble." She looked down at her watch." It's almost time for me to turn in, it's been a long day for me, I'm still trying to catch up on my rest. This time zone thing has got me all screwed up.Go to your party, have a good time."
I looked at her eyebrows raised." But what about-"
She reached over and slapped my leg, then smirked and gave it a squeeze. "You're a good strong boy aren't ya? Well anyway, I want you to go!"
"Gram, were you getting fresh with my boyfriend?" Veronica smiled.
" I'm old but I'm not dead Veronica."
I burst out laughing again, covering my face with my arm, tears streaming from my eyes.
" Oh? What is that?" Mildred lifted up the corner of my shirt." Good god, look at that tattoo!"
" Gram!"Veronica exclaimed."You can't just go lifting up his shirt like that!"
" Well I have never seen a tattoo like that before! How many do you have under there?"
" You really want to see them?" I asked, sitting up.
" I'm just curious is all. "
" I'll show you if you really want to see, but only because I like you." I winked at her and it brought a smile to her face.
" Oh boy are you trouble."
" So I'm sure that you have seen the ones on my arms,this one on my side here is the most recent, got it done for my birthday. Can I level with you Gram?"
" Always sweetie-"
" It hurt like a bitch." I raised up my shirt on the other side." Please don't judge me by how stupid some of these are, I was young and dumb and thought it would up be awesome to have a demon head and a spider on my chest."
" Well who wouldn't think it was cool?"
" Thanks Gram."
" And that one-" She reached over and touched the heart with our initials in it." EM + VM, you have my granddaughter's initials on your chest? Oh dear lord!"
" Yeah, it was a surprise."
" I think it is just the sweetest thing." She pointed at Ronnie." You have got to hang on to this boy."
" I don't really have a choice, he has my initials on his chest, where else is he going to find another VM?" She smiled up at me.
" I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Eddie."
" Not at all Millie, if I didn't want people to see them I wouldn't have gotten them."
" Well thank you for indulging an old woman."
" Your not that old."
" Bless your heart. "
"Gram, your only in your late sixties right? Your still a spring chicken."
" A spring chicken with bad knees."
Veronica slid off my lap and I sprung up to help her to her feet." I got ya Millie."
" Thank you Eddie." She slapped my ass and I yipped." Now get my granddaughter to that party."
" Whatever you say Ma'am."
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(you ship literati too? AAAAH you truly are the best) how bout an ASP/Fashionable Ppl Extended Universe sandbox?😁 say, Jess and Rory meet Joshy (he's looking into Truncheon,idk -depends on what you see his career path looking like- if he himself wants to publish smth or-) and his parents come up. or something along those lines?
(One does not ship Midge/Lenny and turn around and not ship Literati lol. Also I'm an ooooooooollllllllld Lit shipper. If you dig through ff.net you'll find some intensely ancient litfic)
How about a different thought, though.
Let's call this season 3 of GG
Jess hates it when Luke calls his name like that, because it means Jess has to do work. And it's not that Jess is work-averse. He just...
Hates Stars Hollow.
A lot.
"I just need you to take an order over to Maple," Luke tells him. "No big deal. Just take it over to 36 Maple."
Jess narrows his eyes. "Are you sure you don't mean 37 Maple?"
"Rory didn't order food," Luke tells him, amused. "Mrs. Schneider ordered food. Do not drop by Rory's place until after you deliver the food."
Jess gives an eyeroll, but he grabs the takeout bags and heads out.
At least the Schneiders are nice. They tip well, too. They're only here in the fall, though, September through November, and otherwise disappear for the rest of the year. They're good friends with Babette and Maury, and they certainly make town meetings interesting (not that Jess bothers with those normally. Still. Nothing quite like Mr. Schneider calling Taylor a "fucking twat" that one time, scandalizing everyone, except Mrs. Schneider, who had done her best to hold back laughter).
Their house on Maple is painted a darker blue than the Gilmore's place, but it's the same kind of bungalow-type, with a nice porch, and when Jess knocks on the door, Mrs. Schneider calls out from inside.
"It's open!"
Jess frowns. Usually one of them comes to the door. He awkwardly opens the door and steps in, greeted with a well-decorated front hall, the walls decorated with family photos and old show posters.
He hears someone struggling from a room off to his left, and he when turns, it's to find Mrs. Schneider pulling herself up off the floor.
"Whoa." He rushes forward, setting the takeout bags down, and helping her. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she assures him, looking a little winded, but otherwise okay. "Go figure that the second Lenny goes out of town for the day, I have a 'help I've fallen and I can't get up' moment." She gives him a sheepish smile and smooths out her dress. "Thank you."
"Sure," Jess says, grabbing the takeout bags again, noticing his surroundings for the first time.
The room is painted a tastefully light pink, and the walls are lined, again, with old photos and show posters. Mostly comedy shows.
Mostly those of Midge Maisel, world-famous comedienne.
Above a cluttered desk is a large print of a man with his back to the camera, cigarette in hand, lit up by the lights of a large stage.
It's a pretty famous image. Taken sometime in the sixties, and used in Rolling Stone Magazine and on posters, too.
Jess slowly turns back to the older woman, who has grabbed her cane. "Uh..."
Mrs. Schneider looks a little sheepish. "Yeah."
"Seriously?"
She shrugs.
"What are Midge Maisel and Lenny Bruce doing in Stars Hollow?!"
Mrs. Schneider laughs softly. "Bring those bags to the kitchen, and I'll tell you."
He does, following her slow movements through the first floor of the house, and he sets the bags down, helping her unload them.
"So. Back in the early eighties, Lenny fell off the wagon," she explains. "A combo of deep stress over trying to write a film script, and a few years hanging out with Richard Pryor. And after throwing his stupid ass into rehab, we decided that maybe getting out of the city for a little while wouldn't be the worst thing. Lenny's old buddy Maury was living here already, and he recommended we come check it out. So we stayed at the Dragonfly Inn - before Lorelai bought it - and we fell in love with this weird little town. So we bought a place, and we've spent a few months a year here ever since."
"And only Maury and Babette know you're...comedy legends."
"Lorelai knows," she tells him. "We had dinner at the Independence Inn one night when she was working there, and she recognized us immediately. But other than that?" she shrugs. "Mr. and Mrs. Schneider shop at Doose's and we do the Bid-a-Basket festival every year - which - Lenny hates, but plays along anyways, and we won the Dance-a-thon in 1990, though I'm pretty sure we almost died."
Jess stares at her. "Huh."
Mrs. Schneider shrugs again and smiles before turning to one of the kitchen drawers and pulling out money for the order. "I will give you way more money than this is all worth, if you promise not to tell anybody but that cute girlfriend of yours."
Jess nods as he accepts the cash. "Deal."
"Good boy."
#fic#au#tmmm#Midge/Lenny#Jess/Rory#Literati#Jess Mariano#Midge Maisel#The Schneiders of Stars Hollow#Gilmore Girls
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♥️ 👽 🧞 👁 for any of your f/os ~ rebeccaselfships
Why, thank you kindly for the ask, my dear! I seriously appreciate it! I've been on a Matsuda kick lately so lets rock with that. ☺️ Apologies in advance my answers are LONG.
♥️ What made each of you realize the other person was The One?
I realized Touta was The One when he first smiled at me which is so fucking corny. It's just that it takes a lot to get me truly flustered and something about his smile genuinely made my chest ache and I thought, "I gotta try to be with him somehow." Didn't think we'd get this far, but that's my fault for being dumb.
According to Touta, he realized he fell in love with me when I asked for help with compiling my notes into proper paperwork. He's noticed I don't like asking for help, (which yeah he called me out on that a long time ago as a sort of "Wow, you sure are independent, huh?") so me opening up like that made him pretty flustered. What Touta doesn't know is I just wanted to spend more time with him.
👽 Is your relationship with your F/O more gushy so you're both all over each other, or do you prefer some space every once in a while?
So, in public Touta and I are pretty reserved. A lot of people have mistaken us as "just good pals" which is hilarious because that's usually reserved for the same sex couples. That's how much we don't give off couple vibes. In private we're a little more gushy, but really our vibe is like we've already passed that honeymoon stage, even though we haven't been dating for very long.
🧞 If you could wish for anything for your F/O what would it be? What would they wish for you in turn?
I wish Touta would get more respect for his contributions at work. It's a constant source of frustration for him, and seeing that man stressed is actually kinda scary.
Touta says he wishes I could stop and breathe more, so he'd probably wish for that. Or for me to have less on my plate all the time so I can do that without issue.
👁 What's your favorite physical trait of your F/O? What's their favorite physical trait as yours?
Fjcjwkwoci3hwbcnwk his fucking EYES! They're so expressive and they're my favorite eye color, and not to get NSFW here but when they get lidded and I know something is going on in that usually sweet head of his, I DIE! Brown eyes are just the perfect source of warmth and his are even lovelier.
He says he likes my eyes too, which makes sense to be honest. But the fact that he's always laying his head on my thighs and has complimented my legs several times tells me something else. Touta's favorite way to kiss me is to plant his hands on my thighs when I'm sitting down and give a smooch on my forehead, too, so I'm not buying his eyes bs.
#thank you so much for sending in an ask!#i used it to go wild sorry#long post#answered queries#self ship: to you from me
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THE WOODS we trekked through were stupidly creepy and dark. i knew this wasn't a good idea in the first place, but how the hell else would we get out? it seemed that these bats were not partial to losing, as it takes a couple good smacks to knock them out. so, guns it was, i guess? i was not enthusiastic about a group of teenagers and a couple of deadly weapons, but what did i know? if nancy wheeler said she could get us out of the upside down, then i'd listen, no questions asked.
"couldn't we have tried a road, or something slightly less creepy?" robin asked nancy, i silently agreed with a nod. as i walked, my shoulder brushed eddie's arm, who wasn't particularly talkative.
"i think we're getting close. we're almost out of here. don't wory." nancy reassured robin. it helped me get out of my anxious head. i wasn't very informed on the creatures of the upside down, just that they were all undoubtedly fatal. so looking over my shoulder every few minutes was a must.
"eddie!" steve called, "eddie. hey, man. uh, listen. i just, uh, i just wanted to say thanks." i walked farther ahead, close enough to where eddie could still reach me if need be, and let them talk. i listened in though, curious about what steve had to say.
"for saving my ass back there." steve tacked on. eddie scoffed. i could imagine his little smile in my mind.
"shit, you saved your own ass, man. i mean, that was a real ozzy move you pulled back there." eddie said, always a modest man, giving others credit instead of himself. i was smiling now, listening to him speak was medicine for my wounds.
"ozzy?"
"when you took a bite out of that bat. ozzy osborne? black sabbath? ... he bit a bat's head off on stage?" eddie asked incredulously, like most people would know this.
"i don't-"
"you know? doesn't matter."
"no."
"it's very metal, what you did. that's all i'm saying." eddie complimented him softly.
"thanks."
"henderson told me you were a badass. insisted on the matter, in fact."
"wait, henderson said that?"
"oh yeah, shit."
i tuned out of their conversation, walking farther up on my own. i caught up to the girls, who weren't talking too loud, but when i joined them, they started giggling.
"what is it?" i asked, genuinely wondering if they were laughing at me. flashbacks from high school plagued my mind, specifically about girls like wheeler, but they shook their heads no.
"we were just saying how eddie is totally whipped for you. like, when you fell into the water, he came diving straight after you with no hesitation. that man is in love with you, henderson. heart eyes and all, blushing and probably kicking his feet on a phone call with you." robin rattled off, a smile on her dirt smeared face. i smiled back, a little surprised, and turned to nancy, who was nodding in agreement.
"though not the greatest circumstance, he really did show how much he loved you with that high dive, marnie." i giggled with the both of them, feeling somewhat normal while we walked through a creepy forest in an alternate dimension, dry leaves and sticks crunching under our dirty shoes.
"i feel like i'm in over my head, he's so good to me, so caring, he's really kind-" i was cut off by the ground viciously shaking again, i fell against a tree near me, gripping for dear life while robin began to nervously ramble her way through it.
"okay, second on my list of least favorite things, earthquakes. seriously, i'm unsteady enough as it is." i would've laughed at her self-degrading comment, if only nancy hadn't decided to pop up and run off as soon as the quaking stopped.
"what the fuck?" i yelled, "nancy-"
"nancy! where are you going?" robin and i looked at each other for a moment, then called for her again. we caught up with her after a second, and the girl was standing at the edge of an opening, overlooking the sky, the same bright red lightning whipping through the dark clouds. in the middle of everything sat her house.
"come on."
and we followed her.
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nancy's house was just as dark and gross as the outside. everything was covered in those dark vines, the walls, furniture, everything. it was fucking gross, slithering across every available surface.
"might be time to get a maid, wheeler." robin commented and i chuckled.
"i think she'd need more than one." i replied, taking in the sight of her destroyed home. nancy wasn't laughing, though.
"come on, i don't want to stay here longer than we have to." we climbed the stairs, eddie last behind me.
as we went up, he smacked my ass. i swatted at his hand, glaring daggers at him over my shoulder.
"what the fuck?" i whispered.
"lightening the mood." he responded with a devilish grin, wiggling his ring-clad fingers at me. i rolled my eyes and continued up the stairs.
their house looked exactly like what i had thought it would. i had never been to the wheeler's, but they always struck me as upper middle class, comfy. nancy always had new clothes, new shoes, a new bag every school year. i was a little jealous, but there wasn't time for that.
guns! right.
in nancy's room, she yanked open her closet, taking a box off the top shelf. she sat it on her vine covered desk and opened it, but there were no guns inside. just a pair of hideous shoes, hiding in crinkly yellow tissue paper.
"those aren't guns." eddie pointed at the box, stating the obvious.
"those heels are a bit pointy but i was hoping for a deadly projectile." robin said shakily.
"yeah, something a little more threatening would be nice." i said, sharing a glance with robin next to me.
"i don't understand." nancy claimed, shaking her head.
"maybe you left them somewhere else?" eddie suggested.
"there's a six year-old in the house, i know where i keep my guns." nancy snapped, "and also, i threw these away years ago."
i peered around the table, picking up homework piled up beside the shoe box. something caught my eye, homework dated back in 1983. it was 1986. why would nancy have almost three year-old homework sitting out? it seems nancy had noticed the same, picking up index cards with definitions.
"i get that grades are important but perhaps studying can wait 'til we get out?" robin said. i shook my head at her, holding out the chemistry homework in my hand.
"these are dated 1983. she wouldn't have sophomore year homework sitting ungraded on her desk." i commented, flipping through the papers, same year over and over. nancy started gazing around her room, pointing out different things that shouldn't be here if this place mimicked the present.
"this... this is old wallpaper, and this mirror went to a yard sale. and... you." she picked up and old stuffed animal, holding it up to her face, "you're not supposed to be here. no, i gave you to cousin joanna two years ago."
she picked up a small book, seemingly a diary, and flipped through it. she looked speechless.
"what is it?" eddie asked.
"nancy, you're freaking me out." robin fidgeted, voice uneven. nancy looked up from her diary, eyes wide and full of fear.
"i think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet." eddie and robin were confused, but it clicked easily for me. this part of the upside down, or maybe all of it, was stuck in 1983, like the date on her homework.
"they don't... exist?" eddie asked.
"this diary should be full of entries. it's not. the last entry is november 6, 1983." my eyes widened as i looked wheeler right in the eyes.
"the day will went missing." nancy and i said simultaneously, my suspicions confirmed. the upside down was stuck in a certain time.
"the day the gate opened. we're in the past." nancy finished, exasperated. i was trying to grasp this concept in my head. we were two, almost three years behind the other side. before i could ask any confusing questions, steve started yelling my brothers name downstairs. i turned on my heel, rushing down the stairs.
but my brother wasn't there. steve was walking around, alone, arms out like he wanted a hug.
"maybe he really does have rabies." robin said, making me back up a step. fuck. then i have rabies.
steve continued to yell out into nothing.
"steve, what are you doing?" nancy asked. steve turned, shining the flashlight in our eyes. i squinted, spots floating in my vision.
"he's here, henderson. your brother is here. that little shit. he's like... he's in the walls or something, just listen." steve panted, looking a little crazed in the face. i backed away from him, just a step or so, he was kind of freaking me out. he began yelling my brother's name again.
but this time, i heard my brother speaking, and i raced after steve.
"dustin?" i yelled, eyes shifting over every single crack in the house. dustin was speaking, very faint, but if you stopped and listened, you'd hear him, talking as if he was in a conversation. now everyone was yelling for him, walking around the house to see if we could find him. but surely he wasn't here. could he have dived in after us?
we gathered in the next room, unable to find him downstairs but we could literally hear him, as if he was right in front of us.
"alright, either this kid can't hear us, or he's being a total douchebag." steve said, shining his light around.
"will found a way." nancy said.
"what?" i asked, stepping forward.
"will. he found a way to speak to joyce through the lights." she said, spinning to click on lights through the room. i went to the corner of the living room, flicking the light on and off as fast as i could, nancy did the same on the opposite side. she then tried the switch for the overhead light.
"it's not working," she grunted, flipping the switch repeatedly.
"guys? you seeing this?" steve said, aiming his flashlight overhead, right to the small chandelier. around the chandelier was a glowing haze of orange, specks of who-knows-what floating in the middle. i was instantly mesmerized, stepping forward to get a closer look. i reached out, my fingertips grazing the floating specs. i giggled a little at the feeling.
"that feels funny." i smiled, waving my fingers in the orange hue.
"whoa." eddie breathed behind me, stepping closer, his chest to my back, reaching his arm over my head to experience this too. i felt his warmth envelope me from behind, soothing the scrapes on my back.
"it... it tickles." said steve, cocking his head to this side.
"it kinda feels good." robin smiled, wiggling her fingers beside eddie's. i chuckled, waving my hand around. it felt happy, is the only way i could describe it. nancy pulled her hand down, a thought glinting in her eyes.
"does anyone know morse code?" we all said no, until eddie thought again, turning his head to wheeler.
"wait, does SOS count?" he asked, and i rolled my eyes. "is that... is that good?"
"eddie..." i sighed as nancy encouraged him to use SOS, hopefully to signal to the kids.
"it's working." robin said as eddie flicked his fingertips into the light. the orange was almost hypnotizing, turning a brighter tone when eddie touched it. i watched his ringed, slender fingers, listening to the slight hum of the light in front of me.
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https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1523774054368366593?t=fMrspcLfaQQJQOYX-WY0Iw&s=19
Uhm who's that and where is my lil meow meow my good lil boy :////
Nvm, I'M L👀👀👀KING SO MUCH
I know someone who totally changed their biases because of the concerts, wow the lack of loyalty I could never 🤚🏻 but it's so funny, some people got it GOOOOOOD, down bad etc etc, I can't blame them, but personally I'm too ill to look away from Seonghwa 😩
Lmao I must tell you this: sometimes when I type Baekhyun I end up typing Bark first skyruwuqgshsmy finger often slips...
What's the point of applying chapstick if you can't eat it am I right, I mean not bite into it though I can't say I didn't try... but accidentally lick it off, yesss that's the vibe. I had vanilla lip glosses when I was a teen, loved them
When the previews came out I instantly knew DV would get my vote but I actually didn't like ES and was a bit disappointed. With Inception and Thanxx I chose Inception but liked Thanxx as well, with DV and ES I was like "uhm that's not it" and now I'm like "WE SHINE LIKE ETERNAL SUNSHINEEEE!!!" I'm still team DV (I mean hello my name) I think it's a better tt and a better song, but ES stages saved my life. We got Cathwa after all so how can I dislike it
I don't wanna see boxer Hwa hahahah I DO NOT 🥊🙅♀️ and knowing the choreo to Rocky... *play Danger by Taemin*
Uh, do tell why do you miss Wave Hwa, hmmm 🧐 I miss him because I properly met Ateez during that era and fell HARD for Seonghwa, he was the culprit he really was... and then Wonderland made it even worse, I was infected with Shinestarism :x
He's been teasing us about that cover for so fucking long I will go grey until he does that, seriously wtf man. And I highkey really want that tattoo jdjssusuhahdguahash
Oh I'm not sure if I read that mafia fic, let me inspect. I know she did I'm gonna read it before going to sleep even though I have to wake up early and my eyes were killing me 😳
Did I tell you I recruited another Shinestar recently? She actually knows Ateez through Wooyoung because she's a Stay too, but also Mingi cause her uni friend is Mingi biased she also likes deep voices. But I told her "bestie, ofc all of them are great, but Seonghwa is your destiny" sometimes people's biases are so obvious and I was 100% dead set on her becoming a Shinestar, lmao. I always laugh when people try guessing my biases, some are very right - I might be predictable, but some are clueless ksusuueiwhshsnags. Anyways I told her Seonghwa serves everything she (and I) love: red hair, pink hair, corsets, chokers, belly chains, longer hair, lace, cat ears. So needless to say she's gone gone. I only need to make her fall in love with Ateez's songs more, cause at this point she's 50/50 😭
Totally forgot we're getting another episode of MARS ASMR soon FINALLY. Hopefully it's gonna be wholesome and not uhm...you know like THOSE videos 💀 - DV 💖
hihi!!
https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1523774054368366593?t=fMrspcLfaQQJQOYX-WY0Iw&s=19 Uhm who's that and where is my lil meow meow my good lil boy ://// Nvm, I'M L👀👀👀KING SO MUCH
BDMQDBQMDJQMDHQMDBWKDHWKDJWK me, seeing this :
I know someone who totally changed their biases because of the concerts, wow the lack of loyalty I could never 🤚🏻 but it's so funny, some people got it GOOOOOOD, down bad etc etc, I can't blame them, but personally I'm too ill to look away from Seonghwa 😩
LMFAOOOO THEIR LOYALTY IS QUESTIONABLE 😭😭😭 down bad, bestie us 😭😭😭🔫 FBWNFBWKFBWK NO FR I THINK I WOULD BE OUT OF MY MIND IF I DONT BE STARING AT HIM THE ENTIRE TIME DBDBD
Lmao I must tell you this: sometimes when I type Baekhyun I end up typing Bark first skyruwuqgshsmy finger often slips..
no bc i end up typing barkhyun half the time..
What's the point of applying chapstick if you can't eat it am I right, I mean not bite into it though I can't say I didn't try... but accidentally lick it off, yesss that's the vibe. I had vanilla lip glosses when I was a teen, loved them
EXACTLY! and its like the companies know too,, they be doing this on purpose whOLLY for us to eat <3 and i will <3 vanilla scented ones r so 😮💨😮💨😮💨
When the previews came out I instantly knew DV would get my vote but I actually didn't like ES and was a bit disappointed. With Inception and Thanxx I chose Inception but liked Thanxx as well, with DV and ES I was like "uhm that's not it" and now I'm like "WE SHINE LIKE ETERNAL SUNSHINEEEE!!!" I'm still team DV (I mean hello my name) I think it's a better tt and a better song, but ES stages saved my life. We got Cathwa after all so how can I dislike it
for me i thought thanxx was going to be an emotional song like a letter to something and inception was gonna be this big bitch who’d killl me,,,, i turned tables real fast dbdbdb NO ME TOO FJWNBFKAHDKW SCREAMING “TO THE LEFT TO THE RIGHT EVERYBODY CLAP UR HANDS!!” 😭😭😭 THE STYLING FOR ES >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but deja vu,,, and hwa’s long hair 😩
I don't wanna see boxer Hwa hahahah I DO NOT 🥊🙅♀️ and knowing the choreo to Rocky... *play Danger by Taemin*
I ALSO DO NOT FBMWFBWK IM NOT READY FOR THE THRUSTS BEING 4K 1080P 😭😭 now imagine if hwa covered criminal with the ribbon and stuff 👁👄👁
Uh, do tell why do you miss Wave Hwa, hmmm 🧐 I miss him because I properly met Ateez during that era and fell HARD for Seonghwa, he was the culprit he really was... and then Wonderland made it even worse, I was infected with Shinestarism :x
f-for these reasons.
He's been teasing us about that cover for so fucking long I will go grey until he does that, seriously wtf man. And I highkey really want that tattoo jdjssusuhahdguahash
FBWMDBWM PLS 😭😭😭 they be teasing us so much and then dO NOTHING ABOUT IT LIKE???? DO U HAVE A EDGING KINK PERHAPS?? ATEEZ????? HELLO????
Oh I'm not sure if I read that mafia fic, let me inspect. I know she did I'm gonna read it before going to sleep even though I have to wake up early and my eyes were killing me 😳
omg no me too, i found it last night bc it was new! so idk if many have but i screamed like thrice reading it and 😳☺️
Did I tell you I recruited another Shinestar recently? She actually knows Ateez through Wooyoung because she's a Stay too, but also Mingi cause her uni friend is Mingi biased she also likes deep voices. But I told her "bestie, ofc all of them are great, but Seonghwa is your destiny" sometimes people's biases are so obvious and I was 100% dead set on her becoming a Shinestar, lmao. I always laugh when people try guessing my biases, some are very right - I might be predictable, but some are clueless ksusuueiwhshsnags. Anyways I told her Seonghwa serves everything she (and I) love: red hair, pink hair, corsets, chokers, belly chains, longer hair, lace, cat ears. So needless to say she's gone gone. I only need to make her fall in love with Ateez's songs more, cause at this point she's 50/50 😭
SEONGHWA IS UR DESTINY LMFAOOOO PLS FBQMDBMBDKWBDMW OH SHE A MINGI BIAS? AND A LIL BIT OF HWA??? THATS a deadly combination,,, being a minghwa bias is fr 🤌🏼🤌🏼 the amount of times u get slapped left right left right,,, glad im over my mingi era but ik its approaching bc boxer hwa has a bit of mingi x reader 😭😭😭😭😭
Totally forgot we're getting another episode of MARS ASMR soon FINALLY. Hopefully it's gonna be wholesome and not uhm...you know like THOSE videos 💀 - DV 💖
YEAH UHUH I DONT THINK I CAN HEAR IT ANYMORE BC OF THIS REVELATION BFQMJDAK EVERY EXTRA BREATHE IM GONNA BE SCREAMING AT U ANON AT YOU
also is this u @ sm
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closer to you
pairing: hueningkai x reader
warnings: smut — friends-to-lovers, gn!reader, childhood friend!kai.
synopsis: an unfortunate accident on stage left kai seriously hurt, you spend the night at the dorm looking after him― but maybe this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bring up old feelings.
word count: 3.6k
taglist: @irockgyu
"Superstar, you’re worrying too much. Soobin-hyung isn’t angry."
No, Soobin was furious― but Kai didn’t need to know that.
He had made it abundantly clear that he was angry after the younger boy was carried off stage by medical staff, and then once again when the other members had to help Kai into his bed. Soobin wasn't angry at Kai, of course: he couldn’t really be angry at anyone. The leader just couldn’t understand how safety measures weren’t put in place on set, or how the stage got so slippery before the staff were alerted, or why it took so long for first aid to arrive after Kai had fallen off stage.
"He's just concerned because it was an intense fall! You could’ve been really hurt, dude."
All of the members had barely been gone an hour now. They had left once you had asked to be alone with Kai for a moment.
"You’re the one that’s worrying too much," he chuckled as he cracked his shoulder. Loudly. “I’m fine.”
You hid the grimace that flushed your face as you leaned on the bedside table, pushing aside the first aid supplies that had been freshly ripped from their packaging.
"You need to be more careful," you said, moving your hand to caress his bandaged thigh "I know I say that a lot—"
"I am careful, (Y/n). So you can get some rest now. Please. I-…” He turned to face you, a tight smile flashing across his tired face. “It feels nice to be looked after, but I don’t want you or the others worrying."
“Kai Kamal Huening, you couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to stop worrying about you." You chuckled, circling your thumb carefully on the man’s injured leg as he smiled in response.
Seeing him smile felt so rare nowadays. He had spent so much time being stressed with award season and promotions― and now, a badly injured leg. It all overshadowed the sunshine boy’s typical happiness; you would be lying if you said that his mood hadn’t hurt you.
His smile faltered slightly as he noticed the bags under your eyes. "But you do need to rest."
“Says the one with a fucked up leg.”
He rolled his eyes, causing a wider smile on your face. Every little thing he did made you want to giggle like a child. No matter what he attempted to do, Kai was still the cute kid you met at the park 14 years ago.
"If I sleep, will you sleep?"
"Maybe."
"Let’s try it then."
With the way his eyelids closed, you realised he may actually rest tonight. Kai ran on very little energy during days like this, he had to be about to break down internally. A matter of minutes, maybe, and he’d be fast asleep.
You watched him fall into a silent slumber. With his chest slowly rising and falling, and his face turned to you, for the first time in a while Kai looked genuinely peaceful. It was a sight you’d been needing recently, although the movement of his sleeping form was practically hypnotic.
It left you feeling drowsy.
Staying awake to keep an eye on the man didn’t work out. Despite yourself, within the hour your head fell against your arm and you were out within the hour.
Your rest didn’t seem to last long. One moment your forehead was hitting your forearm, and the next, his fingers were in your hair.
Your eyes fluttered open to a world of black. Your face was hidden by your arm, as you slowly woke up wondering what . Because of his fingers. Because of a hand.
Because of mumbling.
Kai always mumbled, ever since you were both kids. You’d thought he’d grown out of this though. The mumbling, muttering of nonsense that you could faintly hear.
"Exactly how I remember it."
The fingers drifted through your hair. Softly, with such precise care that one would think you two did this all the time. The way that he carefully massaged your temples and smoothed your hair
"Softer maybe…You should let me touch it more often… Taehyun always gets to feel it, doesn't he?” There was a soft chuckle. “Lucky.”
The low mumbling from above and the calming stroking of your hair caused your heavy eyes to flutter. It was like an easy feeling fell on your shoulders.
The fingers left your hair, starting to trail. His knuckles came down, pushing aside hair falling over your ear. Fingertips brushed it instead, wrist resting on your arm.
"Wow… I’m so lucky to have you (Y/n), I―"
Kai’s words shut off very suddenly. The finger that was caressing the back of your ear stopped in place: too close to your heating cheeks.
“(Y/n), a- are you awake?” His soft voice was almost trembling.
"I thought you were sleeping— I mean…that’s not an excuse. I should’ve asked— asked to feel your hair? Wait, I don’t know. I shouldn’t have done that at all. I…—sorry. Sorry for saying sorry.”
You were too stunned by his stream-of-consciousness to respond. After a beat of silence, he finally looked at you; a tint of red was spreading on his cheeks the longer he spoke. Kai really hadn’t changed since you were both kids.
"I um, I had this… plan. That I made so damn long ago. It doesn’t even matter anymore. But I had this plan— Wait, i’m rambling...” He flushed, covering his face anxiously. “This wasn’t how I wanted this to go.”
"What plan?"
Your voice was coming back at the same rate the butterflies were erupting in your gut. You could vomit them in a sea of emotions. But if you did that, you wouldn’t find out where this was going, despite how damn obvious it was.
Guess you didn’t want to jinx things.
The man focused on wordlessly fiddling with the blanket; glancing at his hand made you sick. A good sickness. One that pushed you to grab it.
He jerked out of your touch.
"N- not to… sound lame and cheesy," Kai finally replied, rubbing the hand you had touched. "But like… what if I said…" His voice was starting to strain as he forced himself to say the words. "I- I like you? Like you a lot… Hah— that sounds kinda childish, doesn’t it—"
For once he hadn’t interrupted himself. Instead, his words had been halted by your soft lips on his.
Kissing him felt exactly like you remembered.
As you moved to pull away, you felt Kai’s hands on both of your cheeks. He took a deep breath before pulling you right back down for more. Instinctively, your eyes closed once more as you basked in the feeling.
As his hands held you in place, an avalanche of kisses followed fast words. “I liked you— for a while— forever?" His words were quickly reduced to giggling against your lips. "I… put off telling you for like….ten whole years."
You couldn’t help but giggle. All those years spent smacking your face into a pillow, agonising over the thought of your childhood crush being one-sided, were for nothing.
"We both put it off though," Your quiet words were shaking from the intensity of your emotion, "I…thought you didn’t—"
"I thought you—”
"I mean we— but you just ignored it—"
"We both ignored it because the other ignored it… I thought you forgot though?"
Kai’s dark eyes were darting off to the side, brief nervous laughter filling the bedroom. Despite it, or maybe because of it, a smile was playing on Kai’s bright red face. It all only made yours shine brighter.
"How… could I just? Forget my feelings for you?" One of his hands on your cheek ran into your hair, "…I enjoyed kissing you too much, you know?"
You laughed, "Something I wouldn’t mind doing again."
Your eyes fell on him. Lips parted enough to say something but…regretting what you might say. Like you could say anything wrong at this point. Especially when Kai was saying pretty much whatever came to mind. Nobody purposefully spoke so embarrassingly.
Though the way his smile seemed almost like a smirk. He certainly could change the mood fast.
"Would you… want to try again?" you asked, starting to mumble as you finished. Your voice wavered as eyes fell on you again. Being the centre of attention― his attention― was new. Surreal. Strange. Blissful.
"Do you?" he coughed, his voice falling victim to the same nerves that plagued your own.
The hand on your cheek drifted lower, as his fingers brushed the collar of your shirt. The brief moment of skin on skin contact from the brushing sent shivers over your body.
You weren’t quite sure how to process his question, let alone answer it.
"Do you… want to try? Ri- Right now?"
“We confess and then get straight to business, huh?” You chuckle nervously.
The tint of red seemed to darken, as Kai’s entire face flushed, “I- I didn’t— mean it like—”
Your hand came up to rest on Kai’s tense chest, in an effort to calm the man down, as you watched it rise and fall once more. “Sounds exactly like what you meant. Which I… wouldn’t mind. I- If we do something…”
"Like?"
"Like…" You gestured towards yourself and Kai, the impossibility of saying what you were both thinking was too daunting. Wordlessly, Kai grabbed your hand: interlocking your fingers like a perfectly crafted puzzle. You felt as though you could hold his hand for the rest of your life.
Especially if it was being followed by a kiss.
Compared to the quick line from before, this was far different. Deeper. Not a quick peck but a lasting linger: hovering on your face for a second too long. Pulling apart just to be replaced with the heel of his thumb on your lips.
"Just like we’re teens again." You breathed very quietly as he spoke, "Remember that one winter when we were 17, our first kiss? W- We can pretend it's winter again and—"
"Kai, it is winter.”
"Well, then it’ll be easier to pretend, dummy." He giggles, as his nails lightly trace your hip with a teasingly slow pace. "Or, at least, this could be a re-do."
That was the final push― or perhaps it was just the push you needed to straddle Kai’s wide frame. He smiled meekly, the hand playing on the end of your shirt coming to go onto the hem of your pants.
It was terrifying, being like this. Afraid you could hurt him or break something. You tried to remind yourself that his body was still weak; he was still exhausted. He had to be exhausted. Yet he still offered himself to you. And you were going to take it. You missed being with him like this too much.
Your childhood crush had his hand already beneath your shirt. Tracing the curve of your bones. Making your back arch against the nails that rolled down your body.
Slowly inching forward, you caught his face. Returning that lingering kiss. His lips seemed to get softer each time; you nearly bit his tongue. Cold fingers teased the waistband of your underwear, thumb pushing against the button on your jeans. The speed things were going was as if time was quickly fleeting, as if you both needed to be in a hurry. At least that much hadn’t changed about how Kai went about things.
No words, just slipping off needless jeans, tossed to the finely carpeted floor. Sooner or later they’d be meeting the ground. Better sooner. It meant you’d be going places now.
You were right. If your mouth hadn’t been covered by his, the groans would have been louder. His palm had cupped into your underwear― the movement of his thick fingers tracing the fabric made your hips twitch.
Your hand tightened in his dyed blonde locks, as you tugged with each of his patterned strokes. He was too good at this. Nothing like fumbling and apologising constantly, that you had expected. The teenage awkwardness of your last rendezvous was what you had ingrained in your memory for so long.
This was lightly closed eyes, a look of bliss on a crimson face. Quiet other than breathing, kissing, and the sound of moisture spreading. It was slow. Comforting feelings envelop you. Not sure if it was Kai or what he was doing so carefully.
In the awakening of comfort, his finger slid inside of you so effortlessly that it took you a moment to register it.
"Are you okay?" Kai spoke so softly you had to strain your ears to hear. His half-lidded eyes fluttered open, looking up at you with mild concern. Any concern at all was troubling. And the louder it took you to answer, the more his anxiety seemed to grow.
"Yes."
"You positive?"
You nodded, going to kiss his neck as he sighed. His head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing anxiously. The line of nips you scattered down the curve of his skin brought out another sound. More high-pitched. One that was more fitting for you, considering his finger was slowly moving within you, making your thighs shake with each half-thrust.
He whimpered softly as your teeth braced his ear. Another one, clearly restrained by a bit of lip, sounded as you kissed down his neck.
It seemed he still had the same pleasure points.
The finger seemed to circle within, helping make room so easily for a second exploring digit, if not for a bit of resistance. Not enough to stop it from joining. You felt like collapsing on top of Kai. This was only foreplay, and yet you thought you might faint.
He noticed your shaking, holding you up by your chest. It earned him more bites and kisses that were now aimlessly littering your neck and face, chest heaving beneath nails that were accidentally scratched.
He was diligently keeping his focus on you, as you changed your actions: feeling beneath the blanket. Hand on chest gripped your shirt when you found it. The bulge that strained against his boxers.
You reached into the fabric; palming him as he grunted. Yet, with one flick of your wrist, Kai had managed to pin your arms over your head. You just gave an upset groan― he knew your body better than you did and he’d only ever explored it once.
It made you wonder how often he’d thought about this.
His mumbling seemed to carry over. Constant flows of small moans and whines kept slipping out, always quietly. Only stopped by breathing. Kai was like a pent-up teenager, unable to control himself despite how fluidly his fingers danced within you.
It was adorable. He was adorable. It only made you want him more.
"K- Kai?"
"Hm." He cracked an eye open, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"…Do… Do you have a condom?"
His glazed-over eyes now stared at you, as he was swallowed harshly and looked towards the bedroom floor. “T- There’s one in my pocket. I think.”
"You just… have condoms in your pants, huh?"
"I—" Kai licked his lips, looking at the pile of clothes in the corner of the room asd his cheeks grew warmer. "…I just…Hah. You n- never…know when you might get to have sex with your hot friend…" The nervous smile made you giggle. And the giggle only made him look more embarrassed. Which just made you giggle more, as you leant over to retrieve said object.
You held your breath, holding it as you realised what had to be done. Excitement fell over you. It had been so long since you’d actually seen him. That anything could’ve changed but the mere fact made you feel lighter than air.
His length stuck out from his boxers, the start of precum shining off it. You wasted no time getting it on the man, his face changing to an almost proud air as it went on. He deserved to be proud. Being prepared, being so cute, being such a huge dork.
Returning for another kiss drew out a hum. You had to giggle again. He was more than pleased to be here, as were you. It was so bizarre, so unreal. Yet here you were, hovering above him, feeling a finger teasing the edge of your underwear, wanting it off.
"Are you p- positive you want to do this?" Kai’s wandering fingers hesitate. "Like…I w- want to. But…it’s just all s- sudden. If it’s…too s-sudden. We can stop."
His proud smile was gone as he gazed up at you, honest worry consumed him. It was adorable. Despite how eager he had been earlier, he did want you to feel safe with him. Which he was.
You just smiled up to him, sitting up. "I’m totally positive, dude.”
He shyly chuckled. “Good.”
With that said, Kai just sat back and watched you go forth and lower yourself onto him. Slowly, steadily, his hips jerked when he was barely in.
You gripped tight to his shoulders as you were filled to the brim, the unfamiliar feeling taking a moment to adjust to. The moment was spent hearing a soft grunt from Kai, who was returning to interlock your fingers again. “Th- There it is.”
You gave an experimental lift of your hips, before falling back down and feeling a fire erupt in your body. There it was and here you were. Kai is inside of you again, you began smiling shyly at the mere fact.
Slowly, you bounced, trying to take it all out before returning to that beautiful full sensation. The man’s hands gripped yours, breathing heavy. With your fall, he leaned back with a moan. You repeated, only pulling the same reactions and a breathy sigh from yourself. The continuous motions made you tremble, as you focused on trying not to topple over with each bounce.
"I… I’ve waited so long for this. Wanted. Wanted to do this… for the longest time. But… I was t- too scared to ask you… Or even talk to you at first? Guess that fear— Just k- kinda stopped… Sort of? N-No it didn’t. B- Because oh— God— you’re… y- you’re on my d- dick… so pretty― you’re on— hah— my dick…” He gasped into your mouth as you silenced him with a kiss. He was spewing every thought now, and he was the sort of guy to regret and apologise later. You didn’t need him worrying so damn much.
One touch of your lips, though, and he was hungrily pushing back. Pulling at your bottom lip to finally get sounds out. Taking the chance to brush deeper into your mouth, deeper inside of you, hips bucking up.
"How are you feeling?" You stuttered. You pulled from the interlocked fingers to brush his soft hair out of his face. "W- With me on your d- dick."
"A- Awesome," Kai whined. He held firmly to you, following your motions carefully with his hip movements now. It felt like he was crawling, digging deeper the longer this went on. Your stomach was clenching and unclenching. "Hmm….s- say that again."
Your breath hitched, the upwards thrusts dragging tenderly against your walls. “W- What? T- That I'm on your cock?”
"P- Please." He sounded pathetic, his moans were now far past mere whines. “Keep saying t- that.”
You giggled harshly, kissing his forehead. “Do you like b-being inside me like this?”
“Yes, I... Does it feel good for y- you?" He spoke in a more reasonable tone. His fingers in your hair began to tug, as his hand on your back trembled. Digging nails into your skin to keep his grip.
“Fuck, y- yeah, I am― Oh, fuck!” You pathetically shouted.
His nails dug deeper into your back, as a thrust jerked up so strongly you gasped. As Kai tilted his head into your shoulder and clenched his jaw, you knew he was done.
After a moment, you began sitting up to pull out but he grabbed you with what strength he had left.
"You’re not done. F- Finish. Please."
You clenched at his sudden begging and slowly returned to your bounces.
"O- Oh God." Your voice hitched as you gasped for air. Kai managed to hit the perfect spot every time, pushing you further back as you ride. His hands on your body were more skilled than you could handle.
You leaned forward again, riding out the last of what was left. Jerking against the rubbing fingers. It was the little details that hit you, as you felt your orgasm rush over you.
You knelt with arms on either side of Kai’s head. The two of you breathed together, kissing softly in the afterglow.
He pulled away slowly. His eyes fluttered open, before looking at you with true admiration “I love your hair.”
"Thanks."
"I… love you.”
A wide smile erupted on your face. Before he could ask how you were or start stuttering out how wrong that had come out, you just pushed a finger to his lips, grinning.
"I love you too." Beneath your finger, slowly, a smile formed, "I mean, i’ve probably told you that before."
"Probably"
"But I really mean it this time."
"Me too."
## a/n ― this was the cutest smut i've ever written and it was just supposed to be a super short drabble !?!?? (but bc this was a quick fic i apologise if there are any mistakes, or if this isn't my best !!)
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hi!! have you got any fics where aziraphale + crowley have an affair but still deny their love for each other? idm any aus!! thanks!! :D
I'll take it you're actually after pinning while f*****g? There's no actual tag for that on AO3, but it can be filtered.
Some AU recs:
Not a Mounted Dildo but a Fuck Machine by NaroMoreau, summerofspock [E]
Aziraphale and Crowley have lived together for three years when lockdown goes into effect. When Aziraphale meets a nice girl on Tinder who he thinks is his perfect match, he's delighted. There's just one hurdle: that pesky virginity thing. Lucky for him, Crowley has always been there for him. He's helped Aziraphale with every other problem through the years, why not this one?
Crazy Ineffable Thing (Called Love) by TawnyOwl95 [E]
“You’ve lost the children!”
“We’ve lost the children.”
“The children have been lost.”
Pepper Galadriel Moonchild-Fell does not want to be sent to live with her distant, career driven mother. Adam Crowley does not want to be shipped off to military school by his slightly satanic grandmother.
They both think that their fathers should stop being idiots and fall in love already.
No one is going to listen to a pair of eleven year olds though. A plan is required.
A plan that will throw their fathers together on a high-stakes rescue mission where they will be forced into dangerous, intimate proximity. They must rise to occasions, overcome bullshit and, oh my god, there will only be one bed to do it in!
Boyfriend Debut by snae_b [E], WIP
It’s fucking on camera. It’s not that complicated.
Along the Changing Tide by NaroMoreau [E]
Aziraphale and Crowley meet at Anathema's beach house as guests for the summer. Neither of them think they're ready for a relationship but when they find themselves sharing a room, things will get complicated.
A getting together, summer romance.
Canon:
left with no trace, as if not spoken to by drawlight (snagov) [E]
Aziraphale's finger brushes against the edge of Crowley's hand. The theater is packed, it is dark. Everyone is watching the stage (no one is watching them). "Do you - ?"
"Yeah, angel."
Closed Set by racketghost [E], WIP
Crowley has been harboring a dirty secret and Hell-- six-months post Armageddon-- would like to see the receipts.
Or, take Zack and Miri Make a Porno and give it to a writer who takes everything too seriously.
Sleight of Hand by racketghost [E]
This is just the 20-minute cold open of episode 3 injected with sex and too many metaphors.
~Mod N
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